Chapter 3
The next morning Misty awoke to find herself alone in the huge empty bed. The smell of food came in from the kitchen and she was surprised to see it already ten A.M. Brock hadn't woken her up any earlier, which was unusual for him.
She figured they would eat a nice breakfast then head back to camp and look for Ash, even though she would have opted staying in this bed all day. His scent was all over the sheets, all over her nightgown and she smiled when she remembered what happened the night before.
She just hoped it wouldn't make things awkward for this morning.
Her ankle seemed more sore now that she hadn't moved it all night long, but she could stand on it now. Before leaving the room, she brushed out her hair, suddenly concerned about her appearance.
Brock was just finishing preparing breakfast when she walked into the living room. "Ah, you're awake." He said, still standing by the stove. "I was going to give you breakfast in bed, but you seem to be walking better."
"It's still sore, but I think it's getting better." Misty commented nonchalantly, sitting down on the couch. He served her a plate of waffles and baked apples. It was a simple, delicious breakfast and he soon joined her on the couch.
He watched her, waiting for her to speak. He knew last night was on her mind, he could tell by the shy look on her face, the way she wouldn't look at him when he was looking at her. He cleared his throat.
"I picked up something to wrap your leg up with when I went to the store this morning to get this food." Brock mentioned, receiving a rather surprised look on her face. She hadn't even known he left.
"Oh, thanks." She said softly.
"I'll work on it after we eat."
Nodding, she agreed. "I hope we can find our way back to camp. Are you sure you can find your way during the day?"
Grinning, he wrapped his arms around her waist and she tensed up. "We better hope I can…" He nuzzled her neck playfully, placing a small kiss just below her ear. She shivered at his contact; memories of the night before came flooding back to her once again.
It was almost disappointing to know that they had to go back to their campsite again and find Ash. With him around, they wouldn't have the opportunity again to relive last night. Then again, Misty wasn't even sure Brock wanted to again. It seemed like a spur of the moment kind of thing, the thing that happens once and never happens again.
Then again, why was he flirting with her so much this morning? It just wasn't like him to pay this much attention to her.
After breakfast, he rummaged through the shopping bags holding up a package of bandages. "This will give your ankle more support so it won't be so sore when we're walking."
Misty felt very hesitant about it, but she propped her foot onto his knee and he wrapped the cloth around it, firmly tightening it as he went. His hands moved up and down her leg, from her knee down her sensitive ankle, but his touch was so gentle she wasn't even aware of the aching anymore.
"You have beautiful legs." Brock commented appreciatively, fastening it tightly just below her calf muscle. His hand alighted the slender curve of her ankle and moved up to the silken skin of her calf.
His hand felt hot against her skin. A fire blazed at the fork of her legs, the honeyed wetness that followed did nothing to quench the heat that was building inside of her.
She wasn't sure what to say or what to do. He was just staring up at her with dark eyes and a conceited smile. "Thanks…" She said unsurely, feeling his hands reach her knee. Never had he felt such an erotic contrast of bone and velvet skin before.
Brock crept his hand inexorably upwards; he knew where he wanted to touch her next. He couldn't stop this even if he wanted to. Her legs softly parted and he could tell she wanted to be touched there, too.
He leaned forward and kissed the top of her knees, then moved up to kiss the inner part of her thigh. It tickled, sending an unfamiliar shiver through her body. His arms encircled her bottom, and buried his face into the softness of her belly. She could feel the warmth of his kisses through the filmy silk of her nightgown.
She moaned softly at the sensation. That mere sound of innocence and incorruptibility drove his male instincts to take over. He no longer had control over his body or mind and the hormonal impulse that coursed through his veins was shocking to him. Though, he knew that's exactly what she was. Innocent.
She looked down at him, feeling his hands tremble as they explored her hips and thighs. Their gazes locked. Hers was an expression of breathless curiosity to see what he was going to do next. His was full of sexual hunger.
"Brock, what are you doing?" Her blush had given her away, that ache between her legs had only gotten more intense and she wanted, needed him to touch her.
"Nothing you won't allow…" He responded with a wink and then he stood to his feet and offered his hand, trying to hide his exquisite hardness. She had noticed but decided not to bring it to his attention. "Let's see how you can walk."
After all, it was Brock. It was embarrassing enough when it happened because of other girls, but just plain awkward when she was the cause of it.
Misty placed her hand in his and he lifted her from the couch. Her legs still felt like water after what he had done, but she could at least tolerate the pain in her ankle now.
"Feel better?" He asked, never letting go of her hand.
She smiled and nodded. "Yes. Thank you for helping me."
"No need to thank me." Brock smiled and pulled her close to him, she rubbed his arms through his shirt, admiring the tense muscles underneath. The dominance he had over her was so powerful, she felt weak in his embrace and she wanted so bad to kiss him again. For him to take her over; claim her as his own. That was something she would surrender to him right now if that's what he wanted.
For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her again. A seriousness was in his eyes, his lips were parted, his breathing was shaky. His gaze studied her for a long moment and he just held her.
"We better go find Ash." He let go of her, and she supported herself on her feet. His words were not immediately registered to her and she looked up at him, dazed, while he grabbed his backpack. "He's probably awake by now."
"Oh right." Misty said. She had completely forgotten about Ash.
The city looked much different during the day. Misty was surprised to see twice as many cars. And of course, like all other cities and towns they had visited, there was an officer Jenny, straddling a motorcycle and writing tickets.
Which probably meant there was a Nurse Joy nearby. She braced herself for the usual, but oddly enough it never came. In fact, he kept his arm around her waist the whole time, telling her it was for extra support incase her ankle gave her any trouble.
Misty would have liked to believe it was just because he liked touching her.
Not once did he even look at Officer Jenny. Then, something caught her eye.
A flyer was pasted on the side of a building advertising an annual autumn festival that was being held in Rowland village that very night. And what a beautiful place this was, she imagined the night life would have been even prettier.
"Oh, I wish we could stay…" Misty said sadly. "I'd love the see what that festival's like."
He leaned against the wall in front of her, his arms folded. Of course, he was going to tell her no, they had to get back to Ash and get on to the next city so he could win another Gym badge, but surprisingly he gave it some thought.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt. We can rent out the cabin again for the night." Brock suggested and of course, she agreed. She loved that cabin and the alone time with him, but could Ash really survive another day without them? And Togepi…
"Well, what about Ash and my little Togepi?" She voiced her concerns and he just grinned, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they strolled back to the outside front desk.
"I'm sure Ash will find his way to the next city. I'll call the Pokemon Center there and tell them to tell Ash where we are and that we're fine." He promised, exchanged a few words with the receptionist and she was far too busy worrying about Togepi to listen to what he was saying. Once back inside, Misty was grateful for the warmth but she found it odd that Brock wasn't too concerned with Ash's lack of responsibility with Togepi. He obviously had something planned and he was trying to pull something over on her, but she wasn't stupid.
She just didn't know what it was yet.
Everything seemed planned out though. Well maybe accept her nasty fall in the forest, but this cabin. The one bedroom. Her silky nightgown conveniently packed in his backpack. Somehow, she had gotten caught up in one of Brock's perverted games.
Then again, why did he choose her?
Wouldn't he rather be lost in the woods with Nurse Joy or Officer Jenny or another girl? A pretty girl?
Groaning, she leaned back. He looked over at her as he unpacked, counting the surprisingly large amount of money he had. Yes, he had definitely come prepared.
"Hey you look tired. Why don't you go take yourself a small nap, hm?" He stood up, towering over her from her position on the couch. She looked up at him and lifted herself off the couch. As usual, he was going to help her walk, but she refuted and proved she could walk just fine on her own.
If he was playing some kind of game, she wasn't going to make it easy for him.
Misty could feel his eyes on her as she walked down the long, thin hallway to the bedroom they had shared the night before. The maids hadn't come in and made the beds yet, and now that they were back in it, they probably wouldn't.
Yes, a nap would be good. It had been a long while since she had slept good and it was still early. Besides, laying in this bed where Brock was the night before was irresistibly inviting.
Now that she thought about it, it was strange how easily he had gotten this place. There was no way he could afford it unless of course he had paid for it in advance and especially two days in a row.
Also, he seemed to know Rowland Village, a place she had never even heard of. He knew his way to the Pokemart to buy the food and the bandages. He didn't seem too lost last night in the forest on his way to the village, and he knew exactly where to go in order to acquire a place for the night.
Odd? Well, for anyone else it might be, but Misty had always found Brock to have a remarkable sense of direction. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax. Her mind had began to fog over with sleep and before she knew it she was being woken up.
Gentle hands glided over her waist and the scent of cologne and aftershave pulled her from her dreams. When she turned over, she could see through tired eyes she had been woken up by the object of those dreams. Smiling, she could see it was still daylight outside, but she wasn't sure of the time.
"Hey," Brock smiled down at her, he rested his weight on his arm. "I don't mean to wake you, Sleeping Beauty, but I was getting kind of hungry. It's almost one o'clock and I want wondering if you'd like to go get some lunch."
That sounded fabulous. She was quite hungry, considering she didn't eat much of her breakfast. She nodded and sat up, her lower half still covered by the sheets on the bed. "Where are we going?"
"There's a really good diner about a block from here." He answered. "I mean, I think it's good anyway. The guidebook gives it a good review so I figured we'd try it."
Smiling, Misty agreed and he stood up. "I'll leave you to get ready and then we'll leave."
The diner was quite busy this time of day. Everyone from young to old were inside and it smelled delicious. The two of them were seated in a corner booth with red vinyl seats. The place had an odd sense of nostalgia.
It wasn't exactly a place Misty would have thought a boy would take a girl on a first date, but of course, this wasn't a date. This was just lunch with a very close friend who she had been wanting to kiss again since last night.
When the food arrived, she decided that the guidebook had been right. It was spectacular, no where close to Brock's home cooking, but it was pretty close. She noticed him, looking around the restaurant for someone or something.
Brock was trying not to be obvious about it, but she had noticed when he'd look away from her for a couple seconds to scan the area.
"What are you doing?" Misty finally asked and he looked straight at her, sitting back in his seat.
"I'm having lunch with you." He answered obviously and it angered Misty even more.
"I mean you keep looking around like you're looking for somebody." She leaned her elbow on the table, her jealousy was something she always found hard to control. "Almost like you're looking for an old girlfriend or something."
"Now, why would I be doing that?" Leaning towards her, he smirked at her. Only then did she realize how close they were. He put his hand over hers and brought it to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of it.
The warmness of his lips felt delightful and she thought about when he had kissed her legs. How he had teased her by tasting her skin and closing his mouth over the sensitive skin of her thigh.
He noticed the sensual look in her eyes and he made a low sound from the back of his throat.
"So, are you going to be my date tonight?" He asked, already knowing her answer. He wasn't stupid, he could see for a very long time she was crazy about him. The way she'd look at him when she thought he wasn't looking, the times she could have chosen to go with Ash but chose to stay with him, and the way she dragged him off by his ear when he so much as mentioned a girlfriend around her.
His reason for bringing her here were to show her he felt the same way about her, because he was positive he hadn't done a very good job of that in the past.
"Only if you promise to be mine. Only mine." Misty asked shyly, feeling her heart start to race faster.
"I'm all yours." He had the most gorgeous of eyes. Sparkling black, mysterious. Sexy.
So many things were running through her mind right now, she certainly did feel overwhelmed.
"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll only be a minute." She stood up from the table, knowing he was watching her all the way to the restrooms. She could feel his eyes on her and she wasn't sure rather to feel self-conscious or just enjoy the attention he was giving her.
No one else was in the ladies' room, which she was grateful for. Misty needed to be alone to gather her thoughts. Not only would she get to spend an entire evening with him, but she also would get an entire night in bed with him again.
If he looked at her like that in the dark, kissed her the way he had last night and this morning; she wasn't sure if she would be able to tell him no. Brock was a very hard man to say no to, about anything.
It was the first time in her life she had ever had that kind of primitive urge. To be that close to another human being was something that never really crossed her mind until she was alone with Brock.
And did he even want to sleep with her? Did she want to sleep with him?
Sighing, she exited the bathroom and rounded the corner.
Misty stopped in her tracks when she saw where she was sitting. Their waitress which had been unusually flirty with Brock was sitting on the edge of their table. Her light footsteps quickly turned into a stomp and Brock turned around and cursed at himself.
"Shit." Once again, he knew he had messed things up.
"Excuse me." Misty ordered, looking at the waitress who immediately stepped to her feet. "This is my seat."
"Oh, I'm sorry." The woman said, flipping her light brown hair behind her shoulder. "I didn't realize you were still here. I'm Holly."
Ignoring her, Misty sat down across from Brock and he cleared his throat.
"Holly," He said, trying his best to sound polite. For the past five minutes he had been trying to get her away, but she had flocked to him as soon as Misty had left. "It was nice seeing you, but I'm sure you're awfully busy."
Holly smiled at him and nodded. "I guess I am…" She said, giving Misty a look of disdain. "Hope to see you around again, Brock." She sashayed across the restaurant, picking up her tray of food she had rested on a nearby empty table.
Misty tapped her foot, refusing to look at Brock. She knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to stay angry for very long.
"Are you…jealous?"
"No!" She responded, tartly. Contrary to her answer, she stood up. "I'm going back to the cabin."
"Misty, wait…" He called out, but she didn't slow down or even turn around. He watched her walk along the length of the windows of the café until she disappeared.
There was no use in trying to catch up with her, she wouldn't listen to him anyway. All she saw was his flirting and didn't care how it happened or even if it was his fault.
Growling, he stood up finally and made the long, lonely journey back to the cabin.
She was already inside, locked up in the bedroom when he got there. He tried knocking, but there was no reply inside. The festival was in four hours and he had no idea how he was going to make up with her by then.
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